I dreamed of a myrtle tree
Benno Stolzenberg
I dreamed of a myrtle tree
that was blooming as I have never seen before.
The night has passed
but my dream will not dissipate.
What is this colorful little bouquet to me now?
What is this wreath of violets to me now?
I wish it were of myrtle
and that he were leading me to the dance.
To the church and then to the dance,
and then Heaven would be open to me!
Oh darling, dear darling,
how long must I still wait?